Sarah took a good look at Penny as her friend moved further into the house. She was thin, her clothes more than a bit dirty, and she was cradling her right arm in a way that Sarah’s Healer instincts did not like at all. She instantly chided herself for badgering her friend with so many questions when it was obvious that she was badly hurt. She gestured Penny towards one of the overstuffed armchairs in her living room, taken aback when Penny mentioned Snatchers. “Sna...Penny, how did you get away?” She bit her lip. “Sorry...sit first, questions later.”
She took out her wand and started running a quick diagnostic spell on Penny’s arm, glancing at her friend as she worked. Penny looked so lost that it broke Sarah’s heart a little; her memory flashed on sunny afternoons studying together in the library and evenings chatting over dinner in the Great Hall, and she suddenly missed that with a fierceness that took her breath away. She looked at Penny sharply when her friend seemed to be apologizing for her actions. “Penny,” she muttered, “I trust you. I’m not worried about that, I’m worried about you.”
And with good reason, Sarah thought. The diagnostic spell concluded, and as Sarah feared, Penny’s injury was rather extensive. Taking Penny’s arm gently and rolling up her friend’s sleeve. “It’s fractured, Pen, and you’ve got some ligament damage. But I can fix it.”